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Syn grinned lightly when her knock on Vivio's door was answered almost at once. The smell of crab cakes came at once and her stomach growled rather loudly from it. "Um, hi." She greeted the blond, who was trying to repress a smile. "Something smells good."

"I thought it might be easier to talk over dinner." Vivio closed the door behind the girl and helped her take off her coat before hanging it up in the closet along with the long green scarf that followed.

"You love food don't you?" Syn went to the kitchen and inspected everything. "Every time we've gotten together lately it's been with something to eat."

Vivio hummed while thinking on it. "True, but you're the one who loves food, Miss Chef."

With a grin, the blue haired girl handed Vivio a spatula to flip the hamburger sized creations that were pan frying. "So, you sounded pretty eager to have me come over tonight to talk about things?"

"Mmmhmm, but it can wait for now. How was your day? I want to hear about this new job of yours. The... third one since we met?"

Syn blushed at the words. "Well, in my defense, I was only fired once. I quit my second job because I was scouted for this one."

"Scouted?" Vivio began to plate the finished food and offered one to Syn. "What do you mean?"

Taking the platter, the girl walked to the living room to sit on the floor across from each other at the coffee table. "Someone heard about the new menu at Wanyuu's and came to test it. They always scolded me for changing their recipes but it turned out good for me. I was offered a job right then and there. Now I make about double what I did before... It's nice, I actually have money to blow on things now."

"Congratulations." The proud tone made the blue haired girl avert her attention to the rapidly diminishing meal. "I'm proud."

"Thanks." Syn stuffed her mouth and was about to ask for a drink when Vivio sat back down with the glass offered to her. "I didn't even ask."

"I know. You're a weird person who eats first and then drinks."

"Anyway," Syn gulped down half of her drink at once and sighed out when done. "About you now?"

Reaching over, Vivio took their plates and placed them into the kitchen before sitting next to Syn when the couch was claimed. "What do you want to know about it?" When Syn looked hesitant, she gave a soft smile. "Just say it. Really, I know you're not trying to offend me... Right?" The girl felt a small bit of happiness at Syn's hesitance to speak before thinking.

"Right." Syn nodded. "Bluntly, how often do you have sex?"

"Depends. No, really," She waved off the look. "Sometimes I don't do it for an entire month and sometimes it's every day for almost two weeks. It just depends."

"You've been in that many scenes?"

"No, it's... how to explain... You see, it's not actual sex. It's acting, as in they shoot a section of it and if they don't like it, you re-do it."

"Why wouldn't they like it?"

"My hair gets in the way a lot. Or if my arm blocks the view of my breasts, sometimes they want me to moan more."

Syn blinked. "Seriously? They make you stop and re-shoot for that?"

"Oh yes. Sometimes it can take almost three hours to do one scene, and sometimes we do it multiple times to do different angles. My last DVD had four different angles in it, so in order to not have cameramen in the background I actually had to do the scene four different times. It took about two weeks."

"Why not do it all in one day?"

"You try having sex for more than three hours and lets see how eager you are to do it again." Vivio groaned. "It's work, Syn. Really. It doesn't feel good, sometimes it actually hurts to keep going. your joints get stiff from positions and let's not even get into oral scenes. You wouldn't believe how many times I had to stop for the day because I just couldn't go on."

Syn face palmed. "You know, I could have gone the rest of my life not knowing you get lockjaw from sucking too many-"

"Syn!" Vivio blushed darkly. "I'm trying to be serious here." Reaching over, she took both of the girl's hands. "Please. Look at it from my viewpoint. Can you see that it's work and not fun?"

"I... guess..." She sighed. "I just... I know that I will have to see it to fully understand it but I can't watch you like that..."

"Want to start smaller?" Vivio asked softly, getting a small nod. "Sit here..." She gave the hands a squeeze and went to her bedroom. After a few moments she came back and sat down with a flash drive. "Here..."

"What's on it?" Syn took the small device and looked it over. "One of your storage drives for work?"

"No, I keep those organized by month and for personal/home. That is... the backup of all my home recordings."

"What do you mean?"

Vivio gave a lopsided smile. "I have a webpage, and I record myself for them. A few of those...well a lot actually... are me with guys but there are a ton of me solo."

Syn looked at it. "What are you doing in them?"

"Name it."

"Seriously?" Syn blinked.

"Er, yeah... but." She retook Syn's hands. "I want you to see it. I want you to see what I do. See that I do it as a job, that I don't just go mindlessly..." She lowered her voice and said a word that started the letter "F", as if she was going to be scolded for saying it by someone. "So... watch some?"

Syn shifted in her seat. "I don't really know if I'll enjoy seeing you do this."

"I hope you do." She grinned, trying to make it less awkward. Getting a smile back, she leaned forward and hugged her. "Syn, please try to understand me. If you can get used to this-"

"I'll try." Syn hugged her back, pulling her closer. "I can't promise you anything but I'll look at some of these... But please understand that it might-"

"Push you farther away, I know." Vivio leaned away and smiled as best she could. "I want you to know that I'm waiting to sign a contract to farther my career."

"Why?"

"I'm hesitant."

"Why?"

"Because of you." Syn opened her mouth to respond but Vivio kept going. "I know, Syn, I know. But I can't help but hesitate. I want to do everything I can to try and make this work. I won't put all of this on your shoulders, I will work at it as well. I promise."

Syn felt a warmth seep into her and pulled Vivio to her once more. "Vivio?"

"Yes?"

"...Your hair smells really nice."

"...Thank you." Vivio closed her eyes and smiled.

Spoiler for PornStar!Vivio pt.41:

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Syn brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, placing her chin on the kneecaps while watching her laptop screen. She was on her bed, watching a video of her ex girlfriend with a mixed look of interest and something that she couldn't quite place. A small sigh escaped her lips as the video ended and started auto playing the next scene. 'It's so strange...' she thought to herself while the blond on the screen began an oral act on someone she didn't know. 'I'm not disgusted but at the same time...' She could feel that her face was blushing so much that even her ears felt hot. 'I'm not really MAD but...' Syn moved to lay on her stomach, cushioning her head onto her arms. 'I'm... a little bit aroused but... at the same time I'm not... Vivio doesn't... have that look in her eyes that I'm so used to seeing...'

A sudden ringing of her cell phone made the girl almost scream out, hastily closing her laptop down to cut off the loud sounds coming from it. After allowing herself a moment to settle down, she picked up the phone and flipped it open. "Hey Mom."

"Hey sweetie, how are you?" Her mother's voice came sweetly through the receiver.

"I'm... a little confused honestly."

"Oh, why is that?"

Syn fell onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "Remember that girl I told you about?"

"The pornography actor?"

"Yes, her... Well... I kind of started talking to her again." Her mother stayed silent, seeing what would follow before she gave her advice. "You see... I'm..."

When her daughter seemed to be struggling, Elena spoke up. "You still like her?"

"No, yes, I don't know..." Syn looked at the closed laptop. "I'm... I feel... angry. Sad, but not like before. It's... I just don't know, I want to strangle everyone who looks at her."

"You're jealous." Syn stayed silent a moment so the mother went on. "Are you mad at Vivio or the profession she's in now?" Syn opened her mouth but closed it before licking her lips to clear her mind. "As sweet as you told me she was," Elena continued, "I would assume she keep her personal life away from her professional life. It is the same way in the military, fighting and killing and then coming home to hug your little girl."

Syn felt the connection in her mind click. "Yeah, but... People with her-"

"Syn-sweetie, are you mad at her or not?"

"I'm..." She looked down. "I'm not mad at her anymore... I don't think I've forgiven her just yet but..."

"So you like her as a person."

"...Yes, mom, I really like her. I wouldn't put myself through this if I didn't." A hand went to rub the bridge of her nose. "I just..."

"Can you separate her personal life from her job?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Have you ever heard 'Jump in cold turkey'?"

"What weird saying are you using now?" Syn rolled her eyes.

"It means to go in head first, to go all or broke."

"What are you telling me?"

Elena smiled. "See if you can deal with it before you go through all of this. If you get there, freak and spaz out, and can't do it, then you can call it quits. If you go through all this emotional stress and worry over it, only to accept her back but not be able to bear her profession, would you be happy?"

"...No."

"Then see what you can do. Find out what separates her from her job."

"... Thanks mom." Syn shook her head. "I'm sorry, I went off on my own problems, what are you calling for?"

Elena's voice suddenly got really happy. "I found the cutest dress and I wanted to see if you would wear it-"

"No. Goodbye mom." Syn smiled and flipped her phone shut as her mom laughed. "I swear, I'm not a dress up doll..." Her hand went back to the laptop before stopping to hover above it. 'Maybe... I should watch these with her. To see how comfortable we are about it.... Yeah, I'll do that.' Her phone was opened again and she pressed Vivio's speed dial, only to get her voice mail. 'I wonder where she is?' Her phone was closed without leaving a message. 'I'll go out and get dinner and then call again.'

Syn made her way to her door, grabbing a jacket and putting it on before stepping into the outside world. A small envelope in the mailbox next to her door made her stop briefly to pluck it out. 'What? It's from Vivio?' The letter was opened and she had to catch a large shining purple ticket that fell from it. Her vision went to it first, reading it in her mind. 'Special V.I.P. guest pass from Eyes.' She blinked and looked at the letter.
Syn,

I'm working on Watersday this week at a club known as Peaches. I'll be pole dancing and stripping as well as private shows in the champagne room. I was going to ask if you wanted to come watch me work but I thought asking in person might pressure you into saying yes so I mailed this. It would mean a lot to me if you came to see me. I want you to see my job and let you know what I do, how I work. This ticket will get you past the line at the door, just show it to the bouncer and you'll be brought to the stage side seating. Free drinks and even food, just show this ticket. It's at seven at night.

-Love,
Vivio/ Eyes

Syn re-read the letter and groaned. 'That's tonight, that stupid girl.' A look at her watch made her realize that Vivio's act would start within the next two hours. 'I don't even know how to get to that club.' The letter was re-folded but she stopped when she say a map drawn on the back of it. After staring at it for several long moments, she let out a pleased, amused smile. 'I'd need a GPS navigation system to understand this map...

Spoiler for PornStar!Vivio pt.42 (this one is very NSFW. STill AS safe, but NSFW.:

Almost two hours passed before Syn finally pulled into the parking lot of the strip club stationed a few towns over from the city they lived in. Despite a small flurry of snow lightly coating everything outside, a long line of people were standing next to the building waiting to get in. 'I've seen lines at clubs before but never strip clubs... But then again, most strip club I've seen from the outside were crappy little run down joints...' Following the line, she ignored the people staring at her and found the entrance where a large man who was almost twice the size of her was standing. "Excuse me?" Syn asked politely, getting glared at hard. "Ah... I was told to show you this?" She produced the brightly colored ticket and was quickly treated with much more respect. A person was called over to her and she was ushered inside the club.

Allowing her jacket to be taken to a special closet, she blinked at everything around her. Music was playing in the background but wasn't overpowering like most places. She was shown to a cushioned leather couch and before she could even say anything someone came to ask if she wanted a drink or something to eat. Although she was a little shocked by it, she still got a bottle of an alcoholic malt beverage brought to her by a topless girl wearing only a thong. "Whoa..." She took the bottle and the girl sat down next to her, fawning over the blue haired one. "Um, hi."

"Hey there sexy," She replied, getting closer. "So you're here for Eyes, huh? Sure you wouldn't want me to keep you company?" The girl grinned and put a hand on Syn's leg.

"Ah, well, haha..." For the first time she was actually at a loss for words. "I'd... rather see Vi,er, Eyes." She got a pout but a nod anyway. "She is about to be on stage." The girl smiled at her and winked. "If you want to have fun later, call for me."

Syn coughed and straightened her shirt, blushing as her eyes looked around to take in everything. Right in front of her was a long stage, complete with three poles. The main one was in the middle and two more were off to the side, one of which was only a few feet from her seat. Neon purple lights were everywhere, matched with other dim lights that gave enough room to see everything but still seemed to offer a little privacy from everyone around.

Despite the club being packed to the brim, Syn found herself comfortably alone on her side. A few others were nearby on their own love seats but had two girls on each of them, doing things that Syn wasn't sure about the legality of it all.

When the music suddenly got louder and lights focused on the stage, Syn felt her jaw drop at the sight of Vivio walking out. A voice came over the speakers introducing Eyes to the crowd- which was sudden flocking to the stage holding up bills. Allowing her eyes to take it in, Syn stared at her friend. Sparkling body glitter was barely applied to the girl, showing off the parts of skin that was exposed around the extremely short school girl uniform. A brown skirt with a white top covered by a vest was what was worn, completed by white thigh high stockings.

Vivio grinned at everyone and grabbed the main pole with her left hand, swaying her body around it to a loud beat of the song. Twirling, she put her back to it and wiggled her hips while sinking down with her legs parted. One hand went to the best and unbuttoned the top clasp, licking her lips as people started screaming louder. The second button was undone and the vest was discarded. Vivio took the pole in her hand again and held on as she bent backwards to flash her panties.

Syn swallowed thickly, eyes locked onto the girl and the slow removal of clothes. The shirt was ripped open when the song got louder and the lights started flashing to the beat. A white bra was revealed and the torn shirt was thrown on stage. The red and blue eyed girl felt her breath catch as Vivio jumped on the pole, looped one leg around it, and twirled down only to stop near the floor and go into the splits. Crawling slightly, she grinned at some of the people by the stage and took their money, slowly moving her body up to show them her bra as she undid the clasp. Now topless, Vivio moved back to her pole and swayed with the song's rhythm, dancing in perfect harmony despite the cries and pleading from the crowd.

After a moment, Syn finally got off the couch and walked to the empty section of the stage, by the secluded pole, and watched. Her friend was moving faster as the song sped up, now sporting several bills in her stockings and skirt falling to the floor. Syn reached into her pocket and pulled out a bill, folding it in half longways like everyone else, and took a breath. "Hey, Eyes!"

Vivio seemed to pick out the voice at once, looking over at Syn's area quickly. To the VIP's surprise, a sudden true smile came on the dancer's lips. Green and red eyes seemed to shine more as she swayed over to the side pole and swung around it. Her body moved to the beat while her vision stayed locked on her friend's face. The movements were made quicker now, mouth open in a happy smile and small laugh. Finally she moved over to Syn and leaned down, spinning in front of her and reaching for her panties, wiggling her rear right in front of her. Sparkling happy eyes looked back at her and she beamed as Syn slid the bill into her stockings. The panties were removed and tossed on Syn's head before she waved happily and moved back to the center stage, finishing her song with enthusiasm. Vivio slid around the pole, grabbing it and rocking her body against in an erotic manor. She made one more round around the crowd and plucked several more bills before looking at Syn one last time. She gave the girl one more pleased wink as she strutted off the stage.

Syn flushed and sat back down on the couch, looking at the innocent white lace in her hands. Despite herself, she couldn't help but smile. A small, lopsided grin paired with a chuckle. 'That was... rather funny actually.' She put them into her pocket and took a long drink from her bottle while waiting for her friend to come back to her.

Well she actually went and is enjoying herself, which is a good thing. But maybe something bad will happen, maybe involving random stripper girl in the beginning (which was really funny btw).

With hmm, that's interesting with Precia as Vader we can have "Luke I am you're mother" jokes. Ooh! With this you make NanoFate possible (which is fun). I think Rein and Agito should switch because R2D2 just does whatever it wants to, while C-3PO fights with him all the time. But I guess it would work either way. Quite the interesting list. I like it. Wait, but what happens to Hayate and the Wolkenritter?

Spoiler for PornStar!Vivio pt.42 (this one is very NSFW. STill AS safe, but NSFW.:

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Once again, this is my opinion. Harvest what you want.

I like it, but I can't help but feel that something is missing here. The prose is fine, and it flows well, but I find Syn's rapid change toward acceptance irritating. Earlier, when you had Vivio's reveal, I truly admired the way you portrayed Vivio's cognitive dissonance while Syn had to face her insecurities and stereotypes. One could feel Vivio try to convince herself as well as Syn that she would trust Syn if she were in the same position. This characters are strong, independent, and confident in their beliefs. Unfortunately, I do not have the ability to see what you're doing with the story, so my small complaint may be answered down the line. However, the push and pull between Vivio and Syn's strong personalities seems to have turned into a tractor beam for Syn to understand Vivio's view without Vivio adjusting her life to incorporate Syn. Even Syn's mother seems to be trying to convince her that she's the only one who should change while Vivio gets a free pass, yet in a real relationship it's the dance of 'give and take' that keeps partners oh-so-confused and yet passionate.

With that said, I'm thoroughly enjoying what you have going here. It's a great read with some genuinely thoughtful moments.

I like it, but I can't help but feel that something is missing here. The prose is fine, and it flows well, but I find Syn's rapid change toward acceptance irritating. Earlier, when you had Vivio's reveal, I truly admired the way you portrayed Vivio's cognitive dissonance while Syn had to face her insecurities and stereotypes. One could feel Vivio try to convince herself as well as Syn that she would trust Syn if she were in the same position. This characters are strong, independent, and confident in their beliefs. Unfortunately, I do not have the ability to see what you're doing with the story, so my small complaint may be answered down the line. However, the push and pull between Vivio and Syn's strong personalities seems to have turned into a tractor beam for Syn to understand Vivio's view without Vivio adjusting her life to incorporate Syn. Even Syn's mother seems to be trying to convince her that she's the only one who should change while Vivio gets a free pass, yet in a real relationship it's the dance of 'give and take' that keeps partners oh-so-confused and yet passionate.

With that said, I'm thoroughly enjoying what you have going here. It's a great read with some genuinely thoughtful moments.

Indeed, I to think that Vivio needs to give a little to add some realism to it and, well, i do have some ideas on a start.

On Syn's side, realizing that there is a gap between Vivio when on the job and Vivio when its just them should only be a small start, not the fix all that seems to be portrayed in this entry.

And given what we have read in a previous chapter, Vivio's next moves could (or should) make or break some deals. Like say, having sex with random people in the private rooms and not tell Syn about it...

Do able
Let me guess, you've never read any of the Expended universe books have you
But then I bet not many here have
I still think Nanoha would be an excellent Mara Jade(but that would mean Fate would have to be luke), plus that would also give an excuse for Vivio to pop up as luke and Mara have a child together.

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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."

Some NanoFate fluff, post her injury so they're only 11... but hey, I thought it was cute. My first attempt at actual "romance", debating whether or not to put it on FF.net...

Inspired by Nickelback's song "I'd Come For You" from their new album Dark Horse.

Spoiler for Get High:

Get High

“I’d come for you
No one but you
Yes I’d come for you
But only if you told me to
And I’d fight for you
I’d lie, it’s true
Give my life for you
You know I’ll always come for you.”

-Nickelback

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“Ne, Shamal-san, isn’t there some small way—“
“No.”
“But—““No.”

Eleven-year-old Fate T. Harlaown’s shoulders slumped in defeat under Shamal’s firm gaze. Gradually, the healer’s eyes softened and she gently rested her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders, but her voice was still firm.

“Fate-chan, I understand how you feel right now. But there’s no way Nanoha-chan can fly, at least not yet. She can barely even walk. You’ve seen her; you know that better than anyone. It’s going to take time to get her as strong as she was.”

The black mage knew her older friend spoke the truth; since her injury Nanoha had indeed been growing stronger, to a point where she could take shaky steps while tightly gripping her mother’s hand, one of her older siblings walking diligently on her other side with sharp eyes. As of yet, though, she still hadn’t attempted magic of any kind, much less the flying she’d loved so much.

Miserably understanding what Shamal was saying in the way that only a child could, Fate lowered her eyes and scuffed her foot against the floor. “… She’s so sad,” she whispered at last. “She smiles and she laughs, but it isn’t her. I thought if she could try flying again, it might make her feel better.” She laughed weakly and rubbed the back of her neck. “Though, now that I’m actually thinking about it, I don’t think she has the strength to even hover right now.”

Shamal’s lips curved in a soft smile, and she gently tapped Fate on the chest, causing the girl to look at her in surprise. “Your heart’s in the right place, Fate-chan,” she murmured, standing up. “Your brain might not be, but your heart is. Nanoha-chan needs that right now.”
“I suppose… wait…”

Before the insult could click in Fate’s mind, Shamal found another way to distract her, picking up a chart and absently flipping through it. “You can fly, too, can’t you?”
“… Eh? Um, yes, I can.”
Shamal chuckled quietly. “A bird’s wings hold it up, Fate-chan.”

And without a word, the healer left the room. Fate frowned for a moment in confusion.

“… A bird’s wings? What does that…”

Her eyes lit up as it hit her.

“Oh!”

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“Nanoha, come on. Come on, come on.”

With a soft laugh, tightly gripping her light winter jacket around her shoulders, Nanoha followed Fate, holding tight to her friend’s hand as they headed up the stairs. “What’s the rush, Fate-chan? This isn’t like you.”
“You’ll see.” Eagerly Fate gave her hand a gentle tug, slowing slightly when Nanoha’s fingers squeezed against hers. “It’s worth it, trust me.”
Nanoha giggled, ducking her head and shivering slightly as the cold December wind nipped at the pair. “I’ve always trusted you, Fate-chan.”

Feeling her heart bound in a way that it never had before as heat rushed into her face, Fate smiled shyly at her friend before leading her out onto the roof, hissing softly as the chill bit into her skin. Lindy was going to scold her for this, surely, because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d get sick…

Releasing Nanoha’s hand, Fate gave her hair a gentle tug and pulled away, pleased to see Nanoha’s face redden at the playful, slightly flirtatious gesture. Her heart was hammering double-time against her ribs, and she desperately prayed she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself as she held her hand up in the air, gripping Bardiche tightly. “Bardiche.”“Yes, sir.”

Over time, the transformation had become as easy to Fate as breathing, to a point where it passed in seconds and she wasn’t even aware of the change; as she inhaled deeply and lowered Bardiche, Nanoha stepped closer and touched her arm curiously. “What are you doing, Fate-chan?”
Fate glanced at her friend and smiled. “You want to fly again, right, Nanoha?”
The brunette frowned in confusion. “Well, yes, but Shamal-san said—“
“Do you trust me?”
“Eh?”

Fate held out her free hand; her eyes softened slightly, and she seemed to be both apprehensive and hopeful. “Do you trust me?” she repeated softly, gazing into Nanoha’s eyes as though she could see into her soul. Suddenly, for a wild moment, Nanoha wondered if the blonde was referring to more than what she was planning to do. Swallowing, feeling the smile form, Nanoha stepped closer and rested her hand trustingly in Fate’s, their fingers curling together naturally. “Always,” she murmured.

It was what Fate needed to hear.

Giving Nanoha’s hand a gentle yank, Fate pulled her friend close and slid her free arm around the brunette’s waist, blushing as she felt her friend’s warm breath against her neck. “Hold on tight,” she whispered, and shot off into the sky.

Nanoha yelped and her fingers tightened against Fate’s as she tucked her head under the other girl’s head, her eyes instinctively snapping shut. The wind whistled through her hair, and after a few minutes she cautiously opened her eyes and gazed down at the city below, lit up for the night. A light snowfall had started, the flurries twirling around the girls like dancers as Fate slowed and eventually stopped, hovering in the air. “It’s beautiful,” Nanoha whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the view; a sight she was beginning to fear she’d never see again. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Fate. “But, why did you…”

Fate moved her shoulders in a slight shrug, though her cheeks were light pink; Nanoha couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else entirely. “You said you missed flying,” she responded simply.

Nanoha’s eyes widened, then slowly softened slightly; she smiled quietly before tucking her head beneath Fate’s chin again, peering across the city from the warmth of the other girl’s body. She gave Fate’s hand a gentle squeeze, and was reassured when she felt the blonde return her gesture of affection.

“… Thank you, Fate-chan.”

Fate swallowed and rested her cheek against Nanoha’s hair, allowing a small smile to curve her lips as she followed her friend’s gaze.

Some NanoFate fluff, post her injury so they're only 11... but hey, I thought it was cute. My first attempt at actual "romance", debating whether or not to put it on FF.net...

Inspired by Nickelback's song "I'd Come For You" from their new album Dark Horse.

Spoiler for Get High:

Get High

“I’d come for you
No one but you
Yes I’d come for you
But only if you told me to
And I’d fight for you
I’d lie, it’s true
Give my life for you
You know I’ll always come for you.”

-Nickelback

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“Ne, Shamal-san, isn’t there some small way—“
“No.”
“But—““No.”

Eleven-year-old Fate T. Harlaown’s shoulders slumped in defeat under Shamal’s firm gaze. Gradually, the healer’s eyes softened and she gently rested her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders, but her voice was still firm.

“Fate-chan, I understand how you feel right now. But there’s no way Nanoha-chan can fly, at least not yet. She can barely even walk. You’ve seen her; you know that better than anyone. It’s going to take time to get her as strong as she was.”

The black mage knew her older friend spoke the truth; since her injury Nanoha had indeed been growing stronger, to a point where she could take shaky steps while tightly gripping her mother’s hand, one of her older siblings walking diligently on her other side with sharp eyes. As of yet, though, she still hadn’t attempted magic of any kind, much less the flying she’d loved so much.

Miserably understanding what Shamal was saying in the way that only a child could, Fate lowered her eyes and scuffed her foot against the floor. “… She’s so sad,” she whispered at last. “She smiles and she laughs, but it isn’t her. I thought if she could try flying again, it might make her feel better.” She laughed weakly and rubbed the back of her neck. “Though, now that I’m actually thinking about it, I don’t think she has the strength to even hover right now.”

Shamal’s lips curved in a soft smile, and she gently tapped Fate on the chest, causing the girl to look at her in surprise. “Your heart’s in the right place, Fate-chan,” she murmured, standing up. “Your brain might not be, but your heart is. Nanoha-chan needs that right now.”
“I suppose… wait…”

Before the insult could click in Fate’s mind, Shamal found another way to distract her, picking up a chart and absently flipping through it. “You can fly, too, can’t you?”
“… Eh? Um, yes, I can.”
Shamal chuckled quietly. “A bird’s wings hold it up, Fate-chan.”

And without a word, the healer left the room. Fate frowned for a moment in confusion.

“… A bird’s wings? What does that…”

Her eyes lit up as it hit her.

“Oh!”

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“Nanoha, come on. Come on, come on.”

With a soft laugh, tightly gripping her light winter jacket around her shoulders, Nanoha followed Fate, holding tight to her friend’s hand as they headed up the stairs. “What’s the rush, Fate-chan? This isn’t like you.”
“You’ll see.” Eagerly Fate gave her hand a gentle tug, slowing slightly when Nanoha’s fingers squeezed against hers. “It’s worth it, trust me.”
Nanoha giggled, ducking her head and shivering slightly as the cold December wind nipped at the pair. “I’ve always trusted you, Fate-chan.”

Feeling her heart bound in a way that it never had before as heat rushed into her face, Fate smiled shyly at her friend before leading her out onto the roof, hissing softly as the chill bit into her skin. Lindy was going to scold her for this, surely, because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d get sick…

Releasing Nanoha’s hand, Fate gave her hair a gentle tug and pulled away, pleased to see Nanoha’s face redden at the playful, slightly flirtatious gesture. Her heart was hammering double-time against her ribs, and she desperately prayed she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself as she held her hand up in the air, gripping Bardiche tightly. “Bardiche.”“Yes, sir.”

Over time, the transformation had become as easy to Fate as breathing, to a point where it passed in seconds and she wasn’t even aware of the change; as she inhaled deeply and lowered Bardiche, Nanoha stepped closer and touched her arm curiously. “What are you doing, Fate-chan?”
Fate glanced at her friend and smiled. “You want to fly again, right, Nanoha?”
The brunette frowned in confusion. “Well, yes, but Shamal-san said—“
“Do you trust me?”
“Eh?”

Fate held out her free hand; her eyes softened slightly, and she seemed to be both apprehensive and hopeful. “Do you trust me?” she repeated softly, gazing into Nanoha’s eyes as though she could see into her soul. Suddenly, for a wild moment, Nanoha wondered if the blonde was referring to more than what she was planning to do. Swallowing, feeling the smile form, Nanoha stepped closer and rested her hand trustingly in Fate’s, their fingers curling together naturally. “Always,” she murmured.

It was what Fate needed to hear.

Giving Nanoha’s hand a gentle yank, Fate pulled her friend close and slid her free arm around the brunette’s waist, blushing as she felt her friend’s warm breath against her neck. “Hold on tight,” she whispered, and shot off into the sky.

Nanoha yelped and her fingers tightened against Fate’s as she tucked her head under the other girl’s head, her eyes instinctively snapping shut. The wind whistled through her hair, and after a few minutes she cautiously opened her eyes and gazed down at the city below, lit up for the night. A light snowfall had started, the flurries twirling around the girls like dancers as Fate slowed and eventually stopped, hovering in the air. “It’s beautiful,” Nanoha whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the view; a sight she was beginning to fear she’d never see again. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Fate. “But, why did you…”

Fate moved her shoulders in a slight shrug, though her cheeks were light pink; Nanoha couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else entirely. “You said you missed flying,” she responded simply.

Nanoha’s eyes widened, then slowly softened slightly; she smiled quietly before tucking her head beneath Fate’s chin again, peering across the city from the warmth of the other girl’s body. She gave Fate’s hand a gentle squeeze, and was reassured when she felt the blonde return her gesture of affection.

“… Thank you, Fate-chan.”

Fate swallowed and rested her cheek against Nanoha’s hair, allowing a small smile to curve her lips as she followed her friend’s gaze.

“You’re welcome, Nanoha.”

The End

So, my friends and comrades... what's your ruling?

I've never heard the song, but will probably have to now
Cute fic by the way, I liked it

Also your tittle made me think of something else

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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."

Some NanoFate fluff, post her injury so they're only 11... but hey, I thought it was cute. My first attempt at actual "romance", debating whether or not to put it on FF.net...

Inspired by Nickelback's song "I'd Come For You" from their new album Dark Horse.

Spoiler for Get High:

Get High

“I’d come for you
No one but you
Yes I’d come for you
But only if you told me to
And I’d fight for you
I’d lie, it’s true
Give my life for you
You know I’ll always come for you.”

-Nickelback

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“Ne, Shamal-san, isn’t there some small way—“
“No.”
“But—““No.”

Eleven-year-old Fate T. Harlaown’s shoulders slumped in defeat under Shamal’s firm gaze. Gradually, the healer’s eyes softened and she gently rested her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders, but her voice was still firm.

“Fate-chan, I understand how you feel right now. But there’s no way Nanoha-chan can fly, at least not yet. She can barely even walk. You’ve seen her; you know that better than anyone. It’s going to take time to get her as strong as she was.”

The black mage knew her older friend spoke the truth; since her injury Nanoha had indeed been growing stronger, to a point where she could take shaky steps while tightly gripping her mother’s hand, one of her older siblings walking diligently on her other side with sharp eyes. As of yet, though, she still hadn’t attempted magic of any kind, much less the flying she’d loved so much.

Miserably understanding what Shamal was saying in the way that only a child could, Fate lowered her eyes and scuffed her foot against the floor. “… She’s so sad,” she whispered at last. “She smiles and she laughs, but it isn’t her. I thought if she could try flying again, it might make her feel better.” She laughed weakly and rubbed the back of her neck. “Though, now that I’m actually thinking about it, I don’t think she has the strength to even hover right now.”

Shamal’s lips curved in a soft smile, and she gently tapped Fate on the chest, causing the girl to look at her in surprise. “Your heart’s in the right place, Fate-chan,” she murmured, standing up. “Your brain might not be, but your heart is. Nanoha-chan needs that right now.”
“I suppose… wait…”

Before the insult could click in Fate’s mind, Shamal found another way to distract her, picking up a chart and absently flipping through it. “You can fly, too, can’t you?”
“… Eh? Um, yes, I can.”
Shamal chuckled quietly. “A bird’s wings hold it up, Fate-chan.”

And without a word, the healer left the room. Fate frowned for a moment in confusion.

“… A bird’s wings? What does that…”

Her eyes lit up as it hit her.

“Oh!”

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“Nanoha, come on. Come on, come on.”

With a soft laugh, tightly gripping her light winter jacket around her shoulders, Nanoha followed Fate, holding tight to her friend’s hand as they headed up the stairs. “What’s the rush, Fate-chan? This isn’t like you.”
“You’ll see.” Eagerly Fate gave her hand a gentle tug, slowing slightly when Nanoha’s fingers squeezed against hers. “It’s worth it, trust me.”
Nanoha giggled, ducking her head and shivering slightly as the cold December wind nipped at the pair. “I’ve always trusted you, Fate-chan.”

Feeling her heart bound in a way that it never had before as heat rushed into her face, Fate smiled shyly at her friend before leading her out onto the roof, hissing softly as the chill bit into her skin. Lindy was going to scold her for this, surely, because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d get sick…

Releasing Nanoha’s hand, Fate gave her hair a gentle tug and pulled away, pleased to see Nanoha’s face redden at the playful, slightly flirtatious gesture. Her heart was hammering double-time against her ribs, and she desperately prayed she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself as she held her hand up in the air, gripping Bardiche tightly. “Bardiche.”“Yes, sir.”

Over time, the transformation had become as easy to Fate as breathing, to a point where it passed in seconds and she wasn’t even aware of the change; as she inhaled deeply and lowered Bardiche, Nanoha stepped closer and touched her arm curiously. “What are you doing, Fate-chan?”
Fate glanced at her friend and smiled. “You want to fly again, right, Nanoha?”
The brunette frowned in confusion. “Well, yes, but Shamal-san said—“
“Do you trust me?”
“Eh?”

Fate held out her free hand; her eyes softened slightly, and she seemed to be both apprehensive and hopeful. “Do you trust me?” she repeated softly, gazing into Nanoha’s eyes as though she could see into her soul. Suddenly, for a wild moment, Nanoha wondered if the blonde was referring to more than what she was planning to do. Swallowing, feeling the smile form, Nanoha stepped closer and rested her hand trustingly in Fate’s, their fingers curling together naturally. “Always,” she murmured.

It was what Fate needed to hear.

Giving Nanoha’s hand a gentle yank, Fate pulled her friend close and slid her free arm around the brunette’s waist, blushing as she felt her friend’s warm breath against her neck. “Hold on tight,” she whispered, and shot off into the sky.

Nanoha yelped and her fingers tightened against Fate’s as she tucked her head under the other girl’s head, her eyes instinctively snapping shut. The wind whistled through her hair, and after a few minutes she cautiously opened her eyes and gazed down at the city below, lit up for the night. A light snowfall had started, the flurries twirling around the girls like dancers as Fate slowed and eventually stopped, hovering in the air. “It’s beautiful,” Nanoha whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the view; a sight she was beginning to fear she’d never see again. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Fate. “But, why did you…”

Fate moved her shoulders in a slight shrug, though her cheeks were light pink; Nanoha couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else entirely. “You said you missed flying,” she responded simply.

Nanoha’s eyes widened, then slowly softened slightly; she smiled quietly before tucking her head beneath Fate’s chin again, peering across the city from the warmth of the other girl’s body. She gave Fate’s hand a gentle squeeze, and was reassured when she felt the blonde return her gesture of affection.

“… Thank you, Fate-chan.”

Fate swallowed and rested her cheek against Nanoha’s hair, allowing a small smile to curve her lips as she followed her friend’s gaze.

“You’re welcome, Nanoha.”

The End

So, my friends and comrades... what's your ruling?

I'm not sure that I understand the connection to the song, but the story is a giant ball of cuddly, sweet fluff. Well-done, too; I especially like the snowfall imagery at the end and the conversation between Shamal and Fate at the beginning. Honestly, that opening Shamal/Fate sequence is one of the few times I've seen the "kid" version of Fate or Nanoha act like a kid, with the lack of perspective someone that age would actually have. So I like it.

Some NanoFate fluff, post her injury so they're only 11... but hey, I thought it was cute. My first attempt at actual "romance", debating whether or not to put it on FF.net...

Inspired by Nickelback's song "I'd Come For You" from their new album Dark Horse.

Spoiler for Get High:

Get High

“I’d come for you
No one but you
Yes I’d come for you
But only if you told me to
And I’d fight for you
I’d lie, it’s true
Give my life for you
You know I’ll always come for you.”

-Nickelback

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“Ne, Shamal-san, isn’t there some small way—“
“No.”
“But—““No.”

Eleven-year-old Fate T. Harlaown’s shoulders slumped in defeat under Shamal’s firm gaze. Gradually, the healer’s eyes softened and she gently rested her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders, but her voice was still firm.

“Fate-chan, I understand how you feel right now. But there’s no way Nanoha-chan can fly, at least not yet. She can barely even walk. You’ve seen her; you know that better than anyone. It’s going to take time to get her as strong as she was.”

The black mage knew her older friend spoke the truth; since her injury Nanoha had indeed been growing stronger, to a point where she could take shaky steps while tightly gripping her mother’s hand, one of her older siblings walking diligently on her other side with sharp eyes. As of yet, though, she still hadn’t attempted magic of any kind, much less the flying she’d loved so much.

Miserably understanding what Shamal was saying in the way that only a child could, Fate lowered her eyes and scuffed her foot against the floor. “… She’s so sad,” she whispered at last. “She smiles and she laughs, but it isn’t her. I thought if she could try flying again, it might make her feel better.” She laughed weakly and rubbed the back of her neck. “Though, now that I’m actually thinking about it, I don’t think she has the strength to even hover right now.”

Shamal’s lips curved in a soft smile, and she gently tapped Fate on the chest, causing the girl to look at her in surprise. “Your heart’s in the right place, Fate-chan,” she murmured, standing up. “Your brain might not be, but your heart is. Nanoha-chan needs that right now.”
“I suppose… wait…”

Before the insult could click in Fate’s mind, Shamal found another way to distract her, picking up a chart and absently flipping through it. “You can fly, too, can’t you?”
“… Eh? Um, yes, I can.”
Shamal chuckled quietly. “A bird’s wings hold it up, Fate-chan.”

And without a word, the healer left the room. Fate frowned for a moment in confusion.

“… A bird’s wings? What does that…”

Her eyes lit up as it hit her.

“Oh!”

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“Nanoha, come on. Come on, come on.”

With a soft laugh, tightly gripping her light winter jacket around her shoulders, Nanoha followed Fate, holding tight to her friend’s hand as they headed up the stairs. “What’s the rush, Fate-chan? This isn’t like you.”
“You’ll see.” Eagerly Fate gave her hand a gentle tug, slowing slightly when Nanoha’s fingers squeezed against hers. “It’s worth it, trust me.”
Nanoha giggled, ducking her head and shivering slightly as the cold December wind nipped at the pair. “I’ve always trusted you, Fate-chan.”

Feeling her heart bound in a way that it never had before as heat rushed into her face, Fate smiled shyly at her friend before leading her out onto the roof, hissing softly as the chill bit into her skin. Lindy was going to scold her for this, surely, because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d get sick…

Releasing Nanoha’s hand, Fate gave her hair a gentle tug and pulled away, pleased to see Nanoha’s face redden at the playful, slightly flirtatious gesture. Her heart was hammering double-time against her ribs, and she desperately prayed she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself as she held her hand up in the air, gripping Bardiche tightly. “Bardiche.”“Yes, sir.”

Over time, the transformation had become as easy to Fate as breathing, to a point where it passed in seconds and she wasn’t even aware of the change; as she inhaled deeply and lowered Bardiche, Nanoha stepped closer and touched her arm curiously. “What are you doing, Fate-chan?”
Fate glanced at her friend and smiled. “You want to fly again, right, Nanoha?”
The brunette frowned in confusion. “Well, yes, but Shamal-san said—“
“Do you trust me?”
“Eh?”

Fate held out her free hand; her eyes softened slightly, and she seemed to be both apprehensive and hopeful. “Do you trust me?” she repeated softly, gazing into Nanoha’s eyes as though she could see into her soul. Suddenly, for a wild moment, Nanoha wondered if the blonde was referring to more than what she was planning to do. Swallowing, feeling the smile form, Nanoha stepped closer and rested her hand trustingly in Fate’s, their fingers curling together naturally. “Always,” she murmured.

It was what Fate needed to hear.

Giving Nanoha’s hand a gentle yank, Fate pulled her friend close and slid her free arm around the brunette’s waist, blushing as she felt her friend’s warm breath against her neck. “Hold on tight,” she whispered, and shot off into the sky.

Nanoha yelped and her fingers tightened against Fate’s as she tucked her head under the other girl’s head, her eyes instinctively snapping shut. The wind whistled through her hair, and after a few minutes she cautiously opened her eyes and gazed down at the city below, lit up for the night. A light snowfall had started, the flurries twirling around the girls like dancers as Fate slowed and eventually stopped, hovering in the air. “It’s beautiful,” Nanoha whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the view; a sight she was beginning to fear she’d never see again. She tilted her head slightly to look up at Fate. “But, why did you…”

Fate moved her shoulders in a slight shrug, though her cheeks were light pink; Nanoha couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else entirely. “You said you missed flying,” she responded simply.

Nanoha’s eyes widened, then slowly softened slightly; she smiled quietly before tucking her head beneath Fate’s chin again, peering across the city from the warmth of the other girl’s body. She gave Fate’s hand a gentle squeeze, and was reassured when she felt the blonde return her gesture of affection.

“… Thank you, Fate-chan.”

Fate swallowed and rested her cheek against Nanoha’s hair, allowing a small smile to curve her lips as she followed her friend’s gaze.

“You’re welcome, Nanoha.”

The End

So, my friends and comrades... what's your ruling?

Aww, Fate is so cute, too bad she didn't think to do that in the actual show. I like that part about Shamal insulting Fate, lol. One reason I find this really good is because it has some good NanoFate vibes coming off of it but there isn't a direct way it's shown. It's all indirect, so if you really didn't like NanoFate you could brush it off as a really cute friendship fic. Either way, I felt the romance. Especially since every time Fate said, "Do you trust me?" I thought OMG! Aladdin asking Jasmin if she trusts him before they go on the magic carpet. Yeah...I'm a dork.